I live and write on Lingít Aaní, and gratefully acknowledge the past, present and future caretakers of this beautiful place, the Jilkaat Kwaan and Jilkoot Kwaan.

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Sunday’s Thought Dec. 17

Sunday’s Thought Dec. 17

"God be in my head, and in my understanding; God be in my eyes, and in my looking; God be in my mouth, and in my speaking; God be in my heart, and in my thinking; God be at my end and my departing."-- Old Sarum Prayer, 1514. 12:30, Sunday Dec. 17. 35 degrees, rain,...

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Home

I came home in time to vote in the Republican caucus poll, but am not a Republican so I couldn't. The Republican I am married to did not vote. He can't see any of the candidates being president. One friend summed the election this way: "Twenty-six people in Haines...

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Happy Thursday

Of course it is. Even if the pool is closed and Marnie is out of town so there is no yoga or Morning Muscles, and it's raining and gray. So gray that yesterday planes didn't fly all day (in spite of nearly 10 hours of daylight), I know because I was hoping to be in...

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Back to the Future

It was like the 80s logging and mill battles all over again last night at the Chilkat Center only this time it was mining vs. fish. (Sort of. It wasn't meant to be, but we jumped the gun.) "A little tense" is how one friend described the informational meeting on Tier...

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Whistle While You Work

I have two obituaries to write today for teacher Betty Venables who taught at The Haines Christian School back when there was one,  and George Meacock Jr., who was the son of a prominent pioneering family. George graduated from Haines High in 1951 in a class with...

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Sunday’s Thought

“They're certainly entitled to think that, and they're entitled to full respect for their opinions... but before I can live with other folks I've got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience.”  ~ Harper Lee, from...

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River Talk

The Chilkat River isn't so much talking this morning as it is howling-- my face has a fine layer of silty grit thanks to the dust storm blowing down from Klukwan. I would have taken a picture, but my mittens are too clunky and I couldn't take them off without...

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